Competition ≋ Tom Riddle & Draco Malfoy

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙

*strong language near the end*

"Well, that was fun." Mila smiled as they headed back to the castle.

"Sure was," George replied.

They continued to talk and laugh as they made their way into the castle. They dispersed once they arrived, Mila going to the Slytherin common room and the twins going to the Gryffindor common room. 

Mila said the password and before she could walk in, she was met with a tall figure. Easily knowing who it was, she shuffled past Tom. She was not looking for detention again. 

"Hey, Mila," Blaise called over. Mila walked over to Malfoy, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"How was it?" Pansy asked.

"They almost put Veritaserum in my drink." Mila sighed. 

"See, what did I tell you?" Malfoy said.

"But they didn't. We had fun though." Mila glared at Draco.

Suddenly, Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey burst in from the dorms. 

"Talk about a dramatic entrance," Mila muttered. Pansy held in her laugh. 

"What was that?" Marcus glared at Mila.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about." Mila smiled innocently.

"Quidditch tryouts tomorrow," Flint growled. 

"I thought it was next week," Malfoy said.

"I changed it to tomorrow."

Flint went back into his dorm, shutting the door loudly.

"Gosh, the guy's got anger issues," Mila said.

"I know right?" Pansy agreed.

"I'm gonna head to the Gryffindor common room for a bit. I'll be back before curfew." Mila told them.

"Don't be late again," Pansy teased.

As Mila walked down the corridor, she heard the footsteps of another person. Looking up, she made eye contact with Tom. Mila looked away quickly and continued to walk, passing by him.

She was met with the portrait hole.

"What's a Slytherin doing here?" The Fat Lady asked.

"I've been here a few times," Mila answered. "Tapeworm."

The portrait flung open and Mila walked in.

"Why's a Slytherin here?" a second-year mumbled. Mila mentally rolled her eyes at her.

"Oh, hi Mila. What brings you here?" Neville asked. 

"I just came to hang out," Mila answered.

"Come sit," Harry said from the couch.

"Quidditch tryouts for Slytherin got moved from next week to tomorrow," Mila explained. "I'm planning to at least take the position of a chaser, but..."

"Marcus Flint." Hermione finished. Mila nodded.

"But I'm going to be a keeper." Mila declared.

"How?" Ron asked as he devoured a chocolate frog.

"With your help," Mila grinned.

"What do you want us to do?" Harry pondered.

"Oh, nothing much," Mila smiled. "Fred, George?"

"We're in," George smirked.

"Alright, that's good. Do you have anything like a potion or something that can give the consumer a splitting headache?"